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“It’s…an elixir.” Alfos broke into a mock laughter, which surprised Isolde. He twirled on his heels and faced her, gritting out. “An elixir? Do you expect me to believe you? That you truly want to help Draco? That an antidote exists out there?” Isolde swallowed past the guilt that clogged her throat and said, “You’ve got to believe me. There’s something called the Deathbane. It can heal him. I believe it’ll.”

His eyes lock onto mine. “One werewolf in Wolf Zone heard about it and convinced a seer to make a cure for him.” He watches me closely, gauging my reaction. “It worked. Or so everyone thought. His wolf was gone—but a few days later, he died.” I stare at him, shocked, swallowing hard as I try to hide the panic building inside me from the story he’s telling. “Nobody knows why,” he continues. “There’s no way to tell if it was a side effect of the cure or something else.”

Tina died, so did that mean Curtis' brainwashing spell had no cure? Calvin suddenly thought of something and quickly turned to Anthony. "Anthony, Lena. Hurry to the hotel immediately. You must revive Tina. She can't die." "Okay." Without a moment's hesitation, Anthony quickly left the hospital with Lena. Meanwhile, Margot, sitting there, seemed far less concerned now. She looked at Calvin and asked, "Is Curtis back to normal now because Tina's death automatically broke the spell?" Calvin didn't respond and just looked at Curtis, saying, "The marks on Margot's neck. Did you bite her?"

"Bella, how are you feeling?" "I'll be discharged tomorrow." He nodded, then turned to Adriana. "I've come to take you to the top floor." "Go on," Bella said. "If you're tired, rest early. I'll be back as soon as I can." After a few reminders, Adriana followed Alex into the dedicated elevator to the top floor. In the enclosed space, only the two of them stood together. Unable to hold back, she asked, "Alex, is he really alright?" Alex smiled. "Chris suddenly regained his will to live and asked me to continue treating him, so he came back to Heatherton City. There's really nothing serious. The targeted medication, costing a million per dose, is already on its way."

But after several attempts, he did not react. “Alpha... He is dead.” Kent came over and stopped me. I looked at the blackened body that was smoking and finally accepted it. He died without telling me what the cure was. I didn’t even know what kind of poison he used. Although Baron had been tortured and now got killed, I still felt so bad now. I couldn’t get what I wanted after days of interrogation. But he had achieved his goal and brought me pain by revealing to me the existence of a cure.

Complete torture of the human mind! "Hey! You get up off your human disease state! You are well, go home, he happy again!" to my no surprise, I saved 11 men and women the same way! As medicine, I asked them to drink more water! They were all earlier patients of depression, and now all of them are dying young! I could carry a surgical operation in their thoughts! They were all well! Some even talk to me daily to know the details of my death cure method. I tell them the truth, "Acceptance of death leads to death. Rejection of death leads to life".

Inside were some common medications and painkillers. He took out a syringe and a small vial of clear liquid. It wasn't a painkiller, but a highly concentrated medical anesthetic, typically used only during surgery. I watched as he skillfully drew the liquid into the syringe and flicked away the air bubbles. After that, he sat back on the edge of the bed and rolled up the sleeve on his other arm to expose a vein. "Syl," he whispered softly, as if talking to me. "Today, the Craw family member I captured asked me if I regretted it. I said yes. He then laughed and said, 'Then why are you still alive?'"

With the fast and rhythmic tapping sounds of fingers typing on a keyboard, the white screen shows and emphasizes with bold and capital letters the word, 'DEATH''. To the shade of those merlot eyes and the hidden illusion of perfect beauty that hides in between are the shadowed eyes of a scaled serpentine dragon. The equivalent exchange of the life that draws to the written words accompanied with the meaning of, “DEATH,” Whispering the word as the eye of the dragon within her flashes in a second and reflected unto the screen, she asks. “REINCARNATION,”

Seconds later, he collapses onto the floor, his whole body convulsing violently. Beatrice screams, pounding both fists against the glass. “Nolan! What’s happening to him? What did you do to him? Open the damn door! He needs help!” The auctioneer doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he calmly turns to the audience. “Well, it appears he was given the wrong cure. That vial didn’t contain the Miracle Drug.” He smiles faintly. “It contained a slow-acting poison. And I’m afraid he’s just reached its final stage.”